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i guess ive always had a thing for fire
standing too close -
letting the smoke suffocate me,
the smell latch onto me.
i know i might burn,
but it’s where i want to be -

ignited by all of this desire inside of me

Someday,
I'll eventually find the courage
To burn this bridge between us

And I'll watch you crumble
Before my very own eyes
As my heart witness you drown
In a pool of tears
I wasted

I always thought freedom is losing you
Instead all i feel now is imprisonment

Bars would be the series of my mistakes in a life i have chosen, a life i thought would be bliss without you, i was wrong.

If words expresses what i feel, those words would spell i miss you.

I regret having a memory of letting you go, i wish it's still me and you

If life knocks on your door
To take back whats taken for granted
What will your questions be?

If the moon utters a declaration
Do you think you were good enough to be taken out of gravity?
If you'll be sent way down south
What will your last words be?

When you hear the heavens sing and all you hear is wicked, will your tears fall in regret as all you can do now is bleed in remorse? Tell me, what will it be?

If it knocks on your spirit
What will your questions be?
If it utters the unspoken
What will your last words be?
When the melody defeats your chaos
Tell me, what will it be?

your music starts and eight counts leave my mind the magic of artistry blends together as twelve individuals move as one months of preparation for a taste of euphoria passion exudes from every pointed toe as their bodies tell the stories of their hearts an honor to behold the wonders of a dancer's soul you run to the wings, overflowing with joy wishing us luck as we admire your performance our team embraces before entering the stage hands outstretched as our music starts

I often wonder whether I am failing myself but then I remember the girl I once was the one who was always the third wheel who carefully planned out and calculated her words only to be talked over when she finally spoke the one who was bullied by her first grade teacher who hated her looks and despised her body
who stared blankly into space until her mind was elsewhere the one who was called useless after trying her best throwing kindness like confetti at people who couldn't care less what would be the look on her face if she found out that I am working at a summer camp as happy as could be holding out my hand rather than being walked over cracking jokes without fear choking me to death opening the lid to my box a little more each day if only I could have washed her tears away hugged her and told her it will be okay